2023年03月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 550th. week

Of the doll, on a slender nape, her hair unkempt.
Even like a pool of blood, no corpses in there, that's good for him.
In the garden scattered food, no way that they live, wolves' trace.
The glossary, having under her arms, to quarrel the lover.
On a tip of the branch, a caterpillar falls, and wind shine.

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